It was then that I wondered, fake as we are, do we even exist? How many of us unleash what our hearts and minds behold? How real are we?
Our real selves stashed away deep within, covered by layers of lies and deceit, unable to emerge for fear of the blemishes so shameful and of the fingers that are sure to point and the cruel smiles bestowed with such condescension.
What are we constituted of then, I ask?
Who is the person we all see in the mirror?
Could it be the shadow of the feelings our hearts beat on?
Or is it the image of what is seen reflected in the world’s eye?
How deeply buried could we be, to not even feel the air that blows through the soil or the tremors that course through the land?
Deep enough, I think, to have forgotten what our true identities are, such that we are nothing more than hollow vessels named and moulded to fit the shroud tailored to please what should have never been consequential in the first place.
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Another consequent question that pops in my mind is that, 'What the true definition of beauty is?'
Is it dressing up all pretty and snapping gorgeous photos for the world to admire?
Does it lie in unblemished skin and magnificent tresses of hair?
Perhaps, some would look to more idealistic views of internal beauty and aim to achieve the satisfaction of being the 'ideal human being' to attain their definition of beautiful.
Mayhap, the definition of beauty is in the joys of nature and the symmetrical perfection and unbelievable miracles we get to experience several times daily.
Or it could be that the definition is subjective to the eyes of the beholder.
Does what one perceive dictate the beauty of any particular thing?
What may be beautiful to one person may be unappealing to another?
Is that how it goes?
I really do wonder at times.
So for once, let's just look past all these layers that we show to the world and discover our real being in between the wild forests that grow within us. For once, let's just hurl a stone in the deep stagnant waters of our being and resist the stillness that dwells within us.
